Asher

She's everywhere. I almost stop in my tracks like an idiot, but I recover and keep moving towards our regular table. The guys are talking behind me, but none of them seem to have noticed who we're sharing the place with.

They wouldn't have reason to though, honestly.

I get closer to their table and venture a glance in her direction. She's still looking my way, twisted around to watch us come in.

It's a fucking sin to be that pretty. She doesn't even try. Tousled brown hair, a pixie face, lips that make me hard, and her breasts. I've spent nights jacking off to what she could do to me if she wanted to, if she took over. I don't think like that with other girls. They want me to do all the work. I've gotten good at it, making them come and making them want me, but I'd want Madison to take the lead. Her pretty mouth doing whatever she wanted. She could make me do anything, and that scares me.

The guys and I settle into a booth a few down from where they're sitting. I try to look away from her, but I can't help myself. When I do look back over, she swallows and bites her lip, like something straight out of my fucking dreams.

I feel myself frowning, not because I don't love it, because fuck me, I love it too much, but because I can't get hard in front of the guys. I'd never live it down. Ever.

Her face scrunches at my expression and she turns back around quickly. She didn't look angry, just upset or something. Not what I wanted.

From where I'm sitting, I'm facing her back, but she's tense and doesn't look like she'll look back in my direction anytime soon.

My scowl deepens. The other guys don't seem to notice. I'm perpetually pissed off these days. I think I do need to get laid.

"You playing Friday?" Kyle asks.

"Not likely. Until I bring up my English grade, I'm pretty much fucked."

"Like me last night," says Kyle, buying a cheap laugh from a few of us. "I couldn't get naked fast enough for her."

"Julie?" Marcus asks.

"Kim," he says. He's got smug written all over him. He's been trying to be with her for a while, so it seems he succeeded.

I steal another glance at Madison's table. The fuckhead Mike catches me eye and tries to stare me down. He doesn't want to take me on.

"You got a problem?" Marcus asks me, seeing what I see.

"Nothing I can't handle."

"No shit. That guy couldn't handle you in third grade."

All the guys are looking at him now, even Kyle who's turned around to see what's gotten our attention.

"If you ask me, it looks like you've got a little competition for your girl," says Kyle.

"She's not my girl," I say quickly, though it hurts somewhere in my gut to say it.

"So if I were to fu--"

"If you fucking--" I cut off Marcus before he could finish, but he stops me with a laugh.

"That's what I thought." He looks at the others and smirks. We never butted heads like we've been doing lately.

I look back at Madison and she's looking at me. Fuck. I think she overheard us talking about her. I stare back at her, because there's not much else I can do now, and I rather be looking at her than anyone else at the table.

"I'm handling this now," I say. I'm getting sick of myself. I've never had to work hard to get a girl's attention, and with Madison, I'm completely off of my game.

I stand up and walk over to her table. My leg hits one of the chairs, and I can hear the guys laugh at me from behind. I'm too big for this fucking trailer. I'm the Hulk in here.

Madison watches me the whole walk over, meeting me stare for stare. I like that she's not hiding from me anymore, but what I don't like is the look on Mike's face and her sister's. The sister seems like she's as happy for me to be there as Mike is.

When I finally reach her, I feel too tall for my own body as I stand over their table.

"Can we talk? Outside?" I don't look at anyone else but her, but I'd be lying if I say I'm not nervous she'll shoot me down again or try to leave me hanging.

"Okay?" She chews on her bottom lip again in a sheer effort to drive me crazy, but I have a goofy smile on my face.